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just to test the theory of how many people actually read my journal and care about what i say i am spilling my soul now with a poem
i am tired and sick and i really would like to die,
but then again i will not die, not yet.
life needs a change, like everything else
the cuts hurt, but not deep enough
the pain cannot stay, not yet
i am not ready to die, because i am ready to live
and like i say nothing stays the same
my life it sucks and my head it hurts
but nothing stays the same
the pain is not gone but it will not stay
and my life my dear cannot go away
as much as i try nothin stays the same
my heart it hurts my soul it breaks
and nothing stays the same
all the cuts and blood
dosent change a thing
i am not scared to die,
but i dont want to, not yet.
i fight to win,
and win i must
or shall i be stiked down in the dust
the honor code has been broken
and i deserve to die.
deth becomes my friend
not to take a life and spare my death
but i can never win
a long enduring shadow,
brings tears among my breath